So the post isn't about confessions -- it's close enough!
If I havent’ yet bludgeoned you, my fair readers, to death with biographical details (see my new and improved About Page), you’ll need to know the context of this story: I try to start every day with at least one episode of anime. It keeps me from falling too behind, andit helps my probably never-ending quest to get better at Japanese, as languge-acquisition works better when you’ve just woken up or are just about to go to sleep.
Yesterday thekittymeister was here for breakfast, and as we sat here, waiting on the tea to steep, I decided to dig into my old “mean to watch” files for a first episode of something. I didn’t want to watch Hayate s1, which we’re watching together, thekittymeister dislikes Shin Mazinger Z &c., and I forgot that we’re also watching Ouran and Genshiken. So, into the files I went, and lo! I found like six episodes of Rental Magica. Oh yeah, my thought was, I meant to watch that over a year ago, didn’t I?